#also curse tumblr' weird restrictions | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

anxiousbuddha · 2 years

Text

Dying Happy

I use to have a Tumblr page that I used religiously. Toward the back half of my high school years and all the way through the first year or two of college, this was the space I used to express myself freely. Back then, it was even a subversive place. I could open up about my pain, my worries, my self-image, my sexuality, and even participate in fantasy-blogging the kinds of experiences and lives I wished I was living.

Just before my mid-twenties, I stopped using Tumblr. Outside of the obvious self-evolution I was undergoing, and the major life-changes before me, Tumblr stopped being a space that felt sacred. I just didn't feel compelled to express myself on this site when I had forged real, intimate connections with people who I could express myself to in-person.

This was to my detriment, of course. As a writer, it was critical to make time and have a space for translating thoughts into words. And when there is nobody but myself and a few followers reading anyway, there is no pressure or concern about "perfection." Writing isn't perfection; it is expression. And somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that.

So I am returning to Tumblr. I have wanted to start blogging again, anyway. And I also think it is important to have a space where I can rant and ramble about the things that are in my mind (without interruption or disruption). This doesn't mean I intend for this to be some sort of strict schedule--I don't. But I do want to blog more regularly. For old time's sake.

Which brings me to the topic that kickstarted this idea and this nostalgia in the first place: DEATH.

I was recently having a conversation with some roommates and that conversation extended to a few other friends of mine. The hypothetical questions was: "would you choose immortal life if it was offered to you?"

To be clear, I am not talking about immortal life in the sense of an eternal afterlife, nor am I talking about it as something that comes with hand-selected criteria. Quite simply, you receive the gift/curse of never dying.

It divided my friend group, of course. People were very quick to accept such an offer that I was reticent about. Aside from the very obvious cons (watching family die, friends die, perpetually existing without end in a singular form, etc.) there is something unsettling to me about such desire.

I want to die happy and happily. I don't mean this in a gothic or negative or suicidal fashion, either. I don't want to live forever. I recently turned thirty-one. And while I am still very young by some standards, I have also lived a long time to others. It's that weird reality of time passing by quickly and hardly at all. I couldn't imagine carrying on and on and on forever without end. There is a part of me that anticipates death--the inner voice which refuses to be ignored, whispering that nothing is forever and impermanence is honest.

I was thinking about a Buddhist "theological" viewpoint: re-incarnation. In addition to the idea that we are all living under the illusion of separateness, we are all unique vantage points in which the Universe is experiencing itself. My parent's lives are very different from mine and very different from each other's. The stranger I meet at my job is very different. My siblings, my friends, my grandparents, and every individual I meet and will never meet--all of us the same and yet different.

If re-incarnation is scientific, then why would I ever want to exist forever as one form? Rotting inside myself, unchanging, as everything around me changes?

The Christian idea of a permanent soul and of Heaven used to inspire and comfort me. As I have matured, something about it now deeply unsettles me. It feels restrictive and uncreative. Particularly when you juxtapose a final destination of unrelenting paradise with that of ceaseless suffering. When I think about immortal life, the ideas of my Christian background come to mind.

Death has been made out to be a boogeyman. Something we should be terrified by and deeply opposed to. And it was during this conversation that I recognized something else about where I'm at in my life.

I want to greet death with a smile. That means living my life in the present moment, every moment. That means infusing the Supreme Love in every action. How can you die happy when you resist death? How can you die happily as a passive, passenger in your own life?

Part of "waking up" is making friends with death. And so in my practice, I try to reflect about my mortality every day.

As thought-provoking as questions about immortality can be--differing viewpoints and philosophies certainly elicit interesting discourse--at the end of EVERY hypothetical is actual reality: DEATH.

DYING HAPPY means LIVING WISELY.

#writing #death and dying #blogging #buddhism

33 notes · View notes

anemcia · 2 years

Text

Get to Know the Mun!

——— BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Sleepy, or just Jessica if we’re on a personal basis.

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Happily married to some Scotsman I met on this hellsite

THREE FACTS! ♡

1: My very first RP experience was over ye-olden YouTube, when channels were more personalized and you could leave tons of comments. I was 11-12ish, so that was certainly an experience. For the record, it was Pokémon related. Yes, I was fucking awful.

2: I'm a mother of two beautiful babies under two (a boy and a girl). Once you get past the learning curb of caring for a naughty toddler and a dependent infant, raising small children gets easier as the months go by. Just need to get my son to stop tossing his food off his high chair when he decides he doesn’t want to eat no more.

3: Never ask me about anything Pokémon mystery dungeon related. You will be subjected to 100 years of endless info dumping about my love for that series. This also goes for Viva Piñata; my soul cries as I am the only fan left alive to speak it’s name before the series dies it’s last death. C’mon Rare, you know ya want to revive the fucking IP.

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr primarily, Discord secondary, Twitter (tried and failed + Lots of horny players), and aniroleplay (SEXPESTS UNITED DOT COM)

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: Winging it most of the time, DEF prefer if we plotted to get a solid story going. Memes? That depends if it’s just a warm up or part of a plot, or maybe we’re just winging it for a day.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: I’d say I finally found my balance of rping as both genders after maaaany years of playing exclusively males. Thank u Honey, ya broke the curse.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I guess I don’t bode well with anyone using IRL face claims. Just a little weird imo, but I ain’t going to stop no one from using one.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: Not something I’d often do, but boy do I crave it. Please, a little morsal goes a long way.

ANGST: YEAH BABY, always down for it!

SMUT: For personal reasons, this is restricted to Discord depending on who may ask. NSFW memes do not count, but if it were to become a thread? Needs to go straight into DM’s.

tagged by: @forthehonorandtheglory I stole from ya

//Steal from me too lmao

#《🌊》𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 [Ooc]

6 notes · View notes

descendant-of-truth · 5 years

Text

Sonic Essays, Part 1

So, upon realizing that I actually have well-formulated critiques of the writing in Sonic games (rather than just confused ramblings), I decided that it would be good to finally get those thoughts down in a post.

Do note that while I call this an "essay," I'm not strictly using an exact essay format and I'll probably still get emotional in some parts. Because this is my post and I do what I want.

So without further ado, let's get into our first character of this project: Sonic himself.

Sonic's core personality shifted most noticeably when Colors came out, so I'll be using that game as a dividing point between his two main portrayals. Before I go into what changed, though, let's start with what's stayed the same.

Sonic has always been carefree, compassionate, overconfident, and likes to show off. He tends to be reckless and competitive, but is still a dependable hero through and through. These are traits that he still clearly demonstrates even in the most recent games.

The key difference is how those traits manifested before and after Sonic Colors. For example: his overconfidence, and subsequent recklessness.

Both before and after Colors, Sonic's ego has gotten him into trouble - but the instances are written very differently. In Unleashed, Sonic pauses when he has the upper hand to make some quick remarks at Eggman.

Sonic is in full control here; equipped with the Chaos Emeralds, he's practically invincible. Spending a few too many seconds talking isn't an obvious mistake in this scenario, but it's one that gets him hurt nonetheless.

Like. Really hurt. His overconfidence got himself electrocuted. Here, his ego is shown to be self-destructive.

Contrast that with Lost World, where his recklessness is at an all-time high. He's extremely prone to charging ahead without thinking, even when Tails is in the middle of talking to him.

Unsurprisingly, this has similar consequences. Except this time, it's Tails that gets hurt.

Sonic is in perfect shape despite his screw-up, though, which gives the impression that while he's capable of handling the problems he creates, his friends aren't.

Here, his ego is shown to be destructive to others.

It also makes Sonic out to be a poor listener, too distracted by his own thoughts to hear to what Tails has to say. Which just isn't the case with Pre-Colors Sonic.

Sonic may be quick to act, but not to the point where he neglects vital information. For example, in SA2, you can tell he's listening closely when Tails talks about his plan.

Not to mention, the only reason he survived being launched into space was because he remembered what Tails told him about the fake Chaos Emerald.

He also saw Shadow performing Chaos Control at the beginning of the game, and the fact that he was able to imitate it so well tells us that he's also more observant than he lets on.

But Sonic can't be reckless if he pays attention, apparently, and that's where the writing in Colors onwards can be frustrating.

It feels like the current writers are working under the assumption that Sonic can't be carefree if he still takes things seriously; that he can't be kind unless his attitude balances it out; that he can't be overly confident in himself unless it's at the expense of others; that he can't be funny or show off unless he makes it some kind of spectacle.

I was originally going to reblog this post and add more to it later, but I think I've already covered my main points, so I'll leave it here.

#sonic the hedgehog #analysis #meta #i call this 'contructive criticism with a pinch of annoyance'#but i don't think it's too negative??#also curse tumblr' weird restrictions #i just want my pictures

148 notes · View notes

yejiroh · 4 years

Text

Curses Come

Inumaki x GN! Reader

A collab with @decayedz ! Go check out their version as well as their other works!

Read their version here!

Authors note: Y/n's jujutsu was also their idea, as was the general story! It's not as long as I intended it to be, what with the new restrictions (screw you tumblr). Also, join the discord! https://discord.gg/JakszaDk

Synopsis: After many asks to hear them sing, Y/n complies, bringing a horde of curses to them

It was a late school night, and the students of Jujutsu Tech were crammed into one of the many unoccupied dorm rooms. Cards lay scattered across the floor, the occasional shoe here and there. Empty drink cans, chip bags, and phone chargers had been forgotten, 7 people crowded on the one sofa, bored.

Nobara sighed. “It’s not even 10 yet and we’ve already played all the fun games- any other ideas?”

No one answered for a moment, then Yuji snapped his fingers.

“I got it! We could just invite Gojo Sen-”

Cutting him off, Nobara slapped his arm. “NO! Absolutely not! This is OUR party. Besides, Gojo Sensei would just make things weird.”

Chiming in, Megumi added, “He has blackmail on all of us.”

“Tuna tuna.”

“Truth or dare? But that’s so boring!”

“We haven’t played it yet Kugisaki. And we’ve got a pretty interesting bunch, wouldn’t you say?”

“Tuna tuna!”

“Oh yeah! Y/n, you’re pretty good at singing, aren’t you?”

The L/n clan, muses of the jujutsu world, known for their voices. They were essentially, curse magnets; their job was to attract the curse magnets; their job was to attract the curses for the others. It got the job done, and it saved time. Y/n L/n had an especially strong voice as well.

Backing away from the others, y/n waved their hands fast.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea- I’m not even supposed to be talking so much. And uh, I’s getting late yeah? Maybe we should all go to bed.”

‘Well, that, and I REALLY don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Toge,’

“Oh, come on, please? Just a little tune?” Yuji’s eyes were wide, and the others looked expectedly.

“I…fine. Only 5 minutes, and we have to go outside. “

The group cheered, and they headed out.

***

The night sky was gorgeous, its many stars sparkling dimly from the distance. Y/n shivered as a cool breeze passed through.

“Guys, I really don’t like this.”

“It’ll be fine!”

Toge tugged on Y/n’s sleeve; ‘it’ll be fine’.

As they sat down, Y/n looked around at their strong friends. Closing their eyes, they released a deep breath. Hey would be fine.

As soon as Y/n began to sing, they al relaxed. It was as if all their desires were being fulfilled in that moment, the highs and lows of their voice. It needed no words, just the simple, ‘la la la’ was enough. Waves of cursed energy passed through them all, feeling like that wave that would sometimes pass you when you entered a new room.

They all tensed, feeling the curse energy immensely as Y/n’s voice travelled throughout the premises.

They were not alone.

Yuji tugged at his collar. “At…at least we know it’s not Sukuna, right?”

“…Salmon.”

Y/n stopped abruptly, eye wide and looking towards the forest.

They were not meant to fight. They were only a magnet. Well, tats not entirely true, the L/n’s could fight…just not like everyone else. Toge put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, looking at them with soft eyes.

“Bonito fla-“

A loud screech boomed over the trees, and trendels of smoke rose over their heads. Where were the teachers?

An ugly curse, emerged, swollen and blistering skin covering its body, irregular horns protruding everywhere.

“NnnRrahdhdisz….”

Y/n paled, backing away.

“I told you guys this was a bad idea! Look what I’ve done I’m so-“

“Y/N! STOP TALKING!” Nobara clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth, muffling their panicked cries.

But the only ones who could actively fight were Toge, Yuji, Panda and Megumi.

The curse took a step forward, extending a disfigured purple hand.

“NnnnUuuusggg.”

Y/n stood up, about to take a step back when she hit something.

“Pretty”

They were surrounded.

“Y/N!” Yuji quickly swung a fist, hitting the horned curse in front of him as more and more curses spilled out.

“Where’s Gojo Sensai? “ Nobara questioned, back to back with Maki.

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE INVITED HIM!”

“OH PLEASE YUJI, THAT PERV WOULD JUST TAKE OUR SKIRTS AGAIN!”

Before any mire comments were made, something darted between them all, speeding to Y/n and the other curse. Letting out a screech, it attacked the other curse, dragging Y/n along as they fought. A knarred horn scraped Y/n’s head, blood slowly seeping out as the curses grappled with one another.

Breathing fast and heavy, Y/n closed their eyes tightly. This wasn’t the first time a curse had come to them, but it was the first that two would fight one another instead of just attempting to eat them at the same time.

‘No good…I cant get-‘

A scream ripped through Y/n’s throat as one of the curses dug a nail into their thigh. Tissues, muscles, and fibers were all ripped like paper, and the blood seeping out fell out fast.

Again, another nail came in to pierce their flesh, coming in close-

“Don’t move.”

The curses stopped abruptly, and Toge quickly went to grab Y/n before they hit the grass. Blood pouring out gently, Toge examined the wound as Y/n closed their eyes tightly. It was no good. Tearing his sleeve, he wrapped it tightly around their leg,

Picking Y/n up gently, Toge tucked their head into his neck, feeling their tears of painnfall on his neck.

They knew the risks and still asked their friend of something that made them uncomfortable. Never again. Toge knew the importance of voice, neither of them could really talk- even if for different reasons. Even if Y/n was less cautious of it.

Whispering various ingredients, the equivalent of sweet nothings, Toge ran through the forest, hurrying to get back to his friends. Who knew how many more curses had come?

A tug on his shirt; Y/n looked anywhere but at Toge.

“I’m sorry Toge…”

“Mustard leaf.” ‘It’s okay.’

And it would be.

And it would get better- after they had gotten rid of all the curses that had come.

#collab #inumaki x y/n #gn reader #jujutsu kaisen #discord buddies #jujutsu kaisen x reader #inumaki x reader #meena

166 notes · View notes

unolvrs · 3 years

Note

aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! you have tumblr now!!!!! I've been a fan for quite some time now and i just wanna say that your writing inspires me, i love how you weave your words and the way you build your worlds always leave me a little breathless because of how fleshed out they are the characters too, i especially adore how you write my beloved ot3 itafushikugi you are amazing for doing god's work ily <3

(also just food for thought bc i have thought of this and it wont get out of my head but in jjk if cursed energy were to just disappear one day what do you think would happen? considering that the world of jjk is heavy on balance (e.g.: gojo, sukuna, kenjaku) and cogs/machines (the jujutsu society, yuuji, megumi, etc) and with how the world is presented as (a world with cursed energy) would another form of energy just appear/form? or maybe something else maybe? hmmm i keep thinking about this.. so sorry if i'm bothering you my brain just wont shut so... ahaha...)

first of all, thank you so much! i'm happy my writing is actually doing something BAHSBAHSA big mwah to you ^^

btw this is going to get long and will feature:

jujutsu kaisen and buddhism symbolisms

whatever the hell is going on with tengen

lots and lots of japanese buddhism

warning:

this is a day's worth of research

i only know of japanese buddhism and know very little of other kinds of buddhism

unedited & not proofread!

wow, okay, this is a pretty hard question.

if cursed energy were to disappear one day, here are a few things to consider:

so why did cursed energy suddenly disappear? probably one of the following: they just did, or every human became a sorcerer or, to a certain degree, learned how to control their cursed energy. we'll be using the 'it just did' reason for now.

cursed spirits are entirely made of cursed energy and cannot exist without cursed energy as that is the reason why they exist. which is why cursed spirits such as sukuna will simply cease to exist.

without cursed spirits, what will the jujutsu society be doing? nothing. they have no reason to exist anymore since there are no beings to fight, no power to hold above others, no system to maintain, and basically: absolutely nothing.

so no cursed energy = maki's status as 'not having cursed energy' will mean something because suddenly, that is the norm. and the whole 'heavenly restriction' won't apply because cursed energy ceased to exist so no one has increased strength, increased anything, and they're simply as they are: normal humans.

gojō is nothing but a pretty boy with pretty eyes.

'the jjk world is big on balance' while that is true, what is there to balance if it is not there in the first place? the absence of cursed energy poses no disadvantage. cursed spirits are gone, existing cursed spirits are as well, and cursed techniques too. gojō is just a pretty boy, sukuna is a relic of the past, and the jujutsu society will simply diminish and just be that weird buddhist cult

with how the world is presented as (a world with cursed energy) would another form of energy just appear/form? or maybe something else maybe?

i've thought about this since i saw this question which was, like, yesterday and let me tell you i couldn't sleep thinking of this because right now, here are my headcanons for cursed spirits and cursed energy:

yōkai (妖怪, demon) exist because of the existence of cursed energy. we know we have imaginary vengeful cursed spirits which result from the belief of people and a few of them are: the kuchisake-onna and tamamo-no-mae who are both mythological figures, one being an urban legend and the other being the nine-tailed fox who deceived the emperor.

so what can we get from this? all yōkai are formed from cursed energy and because jjk is known for being buddhism-centric, we can say that even shintō kami apply to the whole imaginary vengeful cursed spirits. (okay, so that's all i'm talking about for my jjk cursed energy, cursed spirit headcanons ask if you wanna know more.) but this contradicts my next statements so ignore that.

okay, here me out: tengen was known to have begun the spread of buddhism in japan, hence the creation of the star religious religious group. they also treat tengen as their deity and even call tengen their 'star'.

so here's where buddhism is finally thrown in order to introduce my explanation to the question though it's going to get a bit long. also, please note that my buddhism knowledge extends strictly to japanese buddhism since my dad, well, followed japanese buddhism.

tengen symbolizes myouken (妙見菩薩, myōken bosatsu) or the sonjō-ō (尊星王, venerable star king).

who is myōken? in the simplest of terms, myouken is the deification of the north star which explains tengen being called as a star. he was also used, or the symbol of the north star, was also used in onmyōdō, and what do we know about onmyōdō? sorcerers were based of onmyōji and one of the most known onmyōji were abe no seimei and his master, kamo no yasunori.

someone please ask me to do jjk politics headcanon bc i have so much to say thank you please

it would also explain the passive-aggressive thing (or maybe i'm just imagining it) towards shintōism because myōken was lowkey forgotten a little because after the separation of shintoism and buddhism, the north star became associated with ame-no-minakanushi. like, myōken's shrines became minakanushi's.

where am i going with this?

would another form of energy be formed? yes. and this time, it is going to be centered around shintoism.

because i said so.

okay, i was thinking of something like shintoism to contradict or to fight against what buddhism!jjk is going on. and there’s also the fact that in shinto, there’s this going on:

the ichirei shikon theory believes that in each kami and human have different parts of their soul: aramitama (荒御魂 , rude soul), nigimitama (和御魂. harmonious soul), sakimitama (幸御魂, happy soul), and the kushimitama (奇御魂, wondrous soul).

but we’ll be focusing more on the aramitama, the rude soul, the symbol of the violent side of you, the negative side. maybe shintoism!jjk society believes that:

curses come from the aramitama, similar to how cursed energy results to cursed spirits; the aramitama, once ‘unleashed’ or ‘eats away the other parts of the soul’, develops into a curse.

sorcerers’ way to defeat the cursed energy is to use the parts of their soul to defeat the negativity of said soul.

i haven’t thought of it that much but so far, this is what i have.

if you want me to expand more on this, just drop an ask because this was really enjoyable to write!

istg if i end up making a full-length fanfic with multi!oc jjk stuff for this shintoism i’m blaming you

#headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk worldbuilding #jujutsu kaisen #cursed energy #cursed spirits #call me a curseologist #if i try hard enough ill get myself a phd in curses #dr uno sounds catchy this is the only reason why im getting a phd #ask me more headcanon qs please i want my brain to actually do something and this is really really fun mwah #jjk and buddhism #but just japanese buddhism #and shintoism #WORLDBUILDING #書 ━━ writes

25 notes · View notes

stellocchia · 3 years

Note

Rant and cursing :)

I picked the worst week to join twitter

For fucks sake i just want to look at art and tommyinnit takes from the first 5-ish people I found minus those who I read their tumblrs

(Flypaw for example)

But nooo twitter has to be a cess pool that I was just in the process of using because I have never used it.

This is why I only post on tumblr and look at art on instagram

You would think people would have a fucking brain. Telling a 17 year old to die from covid when while popular is a fucking teen. I am 1 month older than him for gods sake

Months ago i saw a mcyt hater saying the same shit.

Do people know how they sound???

Like bitch if someone told them to die they would fucking complain

Bullshit!! You are doing this to a human being.

Every cc is a fucking human that everybody who is saying shit like that is just not seeing thrm as people

Twitter just needs to fucking think before tweeting.

That is like shit who learn in school

"Think before you speak"

"If you dont have anything nice to say then dont say anything at all"

Just idk this makes me so angry? Idk it is something mixed with that.

Some of them are younger than me which isnt a pass but hope they can learn

But

To those older than me I think are so fycking stupid. You think they would know beter

Ugh

I am ending this here or I would just keep repeating the same shit over and over

...

Hope you have a great day :/

(I will say I wouldnt have seen these if people on the tommyinnit tag wouldnt have posted screenshots of it. As I just got twitter I only checked this morning. I did see the tadca shit tho which :/ sucks ass)

💙💙💙

Yeah... I got Twitter back recently and man. There's just SO MANY that think that it's somehow appropriate to wish death on a 17-year-old? For any reason??? Fuck that.

It's especially weird because he wasn't actually breaking any covid regulation from the UK. We have similar rules here (no need for a mask in public, vaccines are not readily accessible for young people, like, I'm in my twenties and only got my first shot 2 days ago and such) and people are out all the time! Like, I've just come back from vacation. Sure, we were careful, but life gotta go on. The economy needs people to move to recover from the crisis. And, hate o say this, but economical crises also kill people.

Does that mean that he was perfectly responsible and all? No. But also his behaviour is far from unique to him and doesn't make him deserving of Twitter's behaviour.

Also shaming someone for getting sick is very shitty. Just saying...

Then, of course, there is the problem with Vidcon. I'm hoping they either shut down that sh*t or that they'll make vaccine mandatory for attendance and tighten covid restrictions as much as possible because otherwise, that's gonna be a super spreader if we've ever seen one. Does that mean that the people saying Tommy should die for talking about going so much are in the right though? No. Fuck them. You can talk about it being a dumb move without being assholes. Also saying he deserved covid for it instead doesn't make you any better. Literally, some people should just shut the f*ck up and think before typing.

#anon ask #discourse #twitter neg #on the bright side I finally found out how blocking works on twitter #long post

5 notes · View notes

heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years

Text

Supernatural finale - Let’s carry on [My opinion]

First of all, to everyone who is harassing the actors, the directors, the screenwriters or anyone who has been working on the series, shame on all of you. How dare you behave so disrespectfully, when you wouldn’t even be able to do half of what they have done?! You should be ashamed!

After my ranting, let’s carry on.

This post is containing all my emotions and my opinion on the last episode of a series that I literally grew up with and some of my history with the show.

I started watching the series back in 2006, when I was still living in Hungary. I just turned 13 when the first episode aired with Hungarian dubbing. It was back in the stone-age or at least it feels like it.

At that time I was a season behind since we always had to wait for the dubbing to come out or for the licenses to get approved and it was a struggle really. But then came online screening where I could finally watch the series, “kind of” up to date. God, I felt lucky.

I remember back in the day when the first season finished, I was watching it with my mother and the cliff-hanger made me so upset. They left me waiting a whole year without knowing what would happen. And in Hungary it was over a year, because they got the licences later or the dubbing took longer, I have no idea, but it was not a pleasant feeling.

Now that the series finished, I feel a bit empty. I am sitting here, typing down whatever I feel like, after sobbing my eyes out, but I just can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. From now on I will not be waiting impatiently for the next episode, I will not be crying for the Winchesters, I will not be falling in love with some of the so called “villains”, I will not be studying each and every word and scenario that we have seen with a magnifier just to try predicting some of things as if I was Sherlock Holmes myself.

It’s definitely a strange feeling, but here we are, so let’s get started.

Below the cut, you can find my opinion. I didn’t want to spoil the ending for anyone, therefore it’s best to keep things hidden.

Enjoy!

At the very beginning of the finale having no “Carry on” playing, did make me feel pretty weird, since obviously that’s what I expected, that’s what I am used to when it comes to last episodes, but we did get what we wanted, so I can’t complain.

With a free Winchester brothers, just having this pie scene and typical supernatural humour, it just felt so idilic and relaxed. It was both very much like Supernatural, but also very unlike it.

(Did I predict Sam smashing the pie into Dean’s face? I called it right here on tumblr. I feel like a genius. - Just ignore me, it was an obvious move, obviously.)

I was just laughing at the humour, the easiness of the episode, it was nice to see them just being, just existing like before the whole world had gone mad. But then again, we are talking about Supernatural and it was unlike the show, because they have not given us one episode where things were just relaxing, or having barely any worries at all. It was like a warning, the quite before the storm, when you are waiting for something bad to happen.

Well, did we get that something bad alright?! I had a slight inkling on what would happen and after Dean’s death scene, I don’t really know if I wish it didn’t happen or I’m okay with it. I feel very conflicted. I was ugly crying for the whole scene.

I don’t know if it’s just me or it was a general feeling, but was it the longest death scenes I have ever seen? I mean it literally felt like they kept digging into me. I understand, they needed to say their parts, but I don’t appreciate sobbing for minutes straight so “thank you” for doing that to me.

On the other hand, perhaps an unpopular opinion, but for me the death scene was actually a bit long. I understand why and it was a nice moment that was kind of a “must”, where things had to be said, but for me personally it was a tad bit dragged out. I still sobbed through it, so I can’t deny that it was a very emotional moment, especially when it’s my favourite character they are killing, but tad long.

Also, I did expect Dean to go out with explosions and gunfires and all the cliche big fight, but then they couldn’t have shared that loving brotherly moment and I do understand that, however I still missed his big exit.

When Dean appeared in heaven and it was nothing like before, people locked up separately, but instead all of them were together, curse me as much as you want, but I loved that. That’s their happy place, around loved ones, around people they love to be with. I am all for it!

But here at this point came to me, are they only together with who they were very close to? Because if we would put all of the people together, such as Jess, Sam’s new wife, Dean, John, Mary, but then also Bobby was there and the place was Harvelle's Roadhouse, meaning Jo and Ellen would be there and their family, it kind of got me confused as that’s hell of a lot of people in one place. I think I will just stick to not analysing that, because it would get messy.

I honestly loved that while Dean was driving off with heaven version of baby and “Carry on” playing in the background, we saw Sam living a full life. Just like Bobby said, time in heaven was different. Whilst Sam was living a life he deserved, Dean was barely apart from his brother for long. It was certainly a part that I very much appreciated, because we started with two brothers and I needed it to be brought back to that, for them to be side by side once again.

“It’s okay, you can go now.” - When Sam’s son, Dean said that to an old, dying Sam, I think that was a genius part to bring back and I felt that was just the right thing to say. (Old Sam’s make up and ageing was not the best, but we can let it slide for now.)

However, I was missing the feel of the emotions while we watched Sam’s life in a montage. I feel like it was needed like this, not to waste too much time on it and having different times between earth and heaven, also because of pandemic restrictions, but it could have been better, more showing than telling if the actual 2 hours was about the brothers, not just 1 hour.

I feel like they wanted to show us a happy ending even though both of them died, but Sam actually had to go through all the grieving and pain to rebuild his life and we missed that. Of course, it’s just my sole opinion, we can all have different opinions and I do understand that the pandemic did restrain the amount of people they could bring (back) for a grand finale, but for me it was a bit rushed.

In the end, the show ended with the two brothers, just like it started before, and whilst I did have certain parts I questioned, I basically got what I expected.

I was questioning Cas’ appearance, I personally thought he would show up in the end, but then Cas was helping Jack somewhere in the Universe and knowing he wasn’t with the empty, it gave me enough satisfaction, but once again, it was more telling, less showing.

Overall it was an emotional episode, quite bittersweet, but I enjoyed it.

I had disappointed moments, such as Dean’s death scene. I expected it to be more of a grand exit, more boom and guns and fire, something bigger. But then I also had satisfactory scenes, such as when the brothers met in heaven and the show ended in a way with a happy scene, a place they were together again, just being happy.

I enjoyed this finale, even if it wasn’t perfect. I feel like with what they had they did a good job. Not the best, but certainly a good job. I don’t often cry and they made me cry so the emotions were there. I got my happy ending with the brothers being together and it was a nice, bittersweet ending to a 15 years old series. I’m quite satisfied in the end.

After so many years, I would like to just thank all the actors, producers, directors, screenwriters, stuntmen and everyone who worked on the movie till the last personal assistants and make up artists, they have done an amazing job and created a world we have treasured for years and we will keep loving the series for as long as we can.

Thank you to all the fans, the fandom and everyone who is part of the Supernatural family in any way.

#supernatural #Supernatural review #spn spoiler #spn spoilers #spn #spn finale #spn final #supernatural finale #supernatural final #supernatural last episode #supernatural final episode #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural opinion #supernatural finale review #supernatural spoiler #supernatural spoilers #last episode of supernatural #castiel

13 notes · View notes

roggenmuhme · 4 years

Text

Strawberry Colada

The Pearls x Reader Summary: You get drunk and your unsuspecting gem girlfriends have to deal with it. There's always a first time for everything, right? [A series of short one-shots/Human Antics series] Wordcount: 2.3k

I hope this whole collection isn’t too ‘out there’ for you to enjoy, a lovely person on discord had this prompt idea and it … just took over. I legit couldn’t stop thinking about this, so here goes nothing. So far I have Jasper, Bismuth and the Diamonds planned; if you have any input/ideas, I’d be glad to hear them! (But I can't promise anything, some characters are incredibly hard for me to write unfortunately) As always, feel free to contact me for anything really - imbutahumblefarmer#5583 on discord! Also tumblr is being weird with the format again - can also be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23864869/chapters/57363457

Warning: Detailed descriptions of nausea, along with the more uncomfortable feelings of being drunk. Be careful, please (no vomiting)

Dedicated to that one time I fell asleep cuddling a clorox bottle. The hot, humid air around you quickly became overwhelming as you pushed past a couple standing irritatingly close to the exit. Your hand clenched around your smartphone, the only thing grounding your upset stomach right now. You definitely had had one shot too many with your friends an hour earlier and the wild dancing afterwards didn’t help either. As you fought to keep the bile down, you swore off Jägermeister for at least a month. Pushing open the heavy, black door, you greedily breathed in the cold air. It felt almost as good as the ice-cold glass of water you had downed minutes ago, a desperate attempt to keep the nausea at bay. Stumbling away from the entrance, you hastily looked around, searching for any sign of your girlfriends. You had texted them fifteen minutes back, when it became obvious to you that you had to end the night early, too sick to continue. They had answered in seconds, you knew how vigilantly Pink Pearl watched her phone (she had been enamored with the device ever since she got it, because it meant constant and fast communication with you) and now all you had to do was wait for them. Easier said than done, in your drunken stupor all of your thoughts flew to your gut, you knew you had to keep moving or else its contents would soon find another home on the streets - and you hated vomiting.

Pacing around in front of the dimly lit club entrance, the dulled bass soon blended into the background and seconds turned into hours. You cursed yourself for being so careless with alcohol this time, falling victim to the peer pressure of your friends. In the end, it was your fault for accepting too many drinks and you knew tomorrow wouldn’t be fun. But right now, you had different problems on your hand. Just as you were about to check your messages once more, someone yelled out your name as if it wasn’t two in the morning and they hadn’t seen you just hours ago. Quick steps followed and soon an enthusiastic Pink hugged you from behind, her arms digging into your stomach. As much as you wanted to appreciate the sweet gesture, you nearly expelled your hearty dinner in that moment. “H-hey”, you croaked, slowly turning your head to meet a loving gaze. “C-could you let me go?” In an instant her arms were gone and she appeared next to you, a sweet smile on her face. “Hey!” You tried to reciprocate her grin, but it looked rather pained. Somebody pointedly cleared their throat behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know who the culprit was. Although you were slightly compromised right now, you still made a show out of turning around slowly, clearly trying to annoy Yellow Pearl. When you finally faced both Blue and Yellow, the latter rolled her eyes at your antics, but you knew she didn’t really mean it. Blue Pearl promptly rushed over to you to greet you with a gentle hug, her voice nearly too quiet to be picked up by your abused ears. “I’m so glad you want to go home so early.” You forgot your upset stomach for a moment as you patted her back, melting into her touch. It was adorable how they all missed you the instant your back was out of the door, even grouchy Yellow. Said gem brought you back to reality with a snide comment, one hand touching her chin. “You look absolutely disheveled, what have you been doing?”, she leaned in to inspect you closer, only to recoil in horror. “Stars, you reek!”, her tone was seriously offended, her face scrunched up as she blinked rapidly. “Oh...”, was all you could muster, suddenly aware of you unkempt your whole presence was. A wave of nausea forced the thought into the background, a hand flying to your mouth as your cheeks comically puffed out. “Oh no”, Blue put a hand on your shoulder, as did Pink. With two concerned pearls to either side of you, you only managed to blurt out a ‘let’s go’, hoping you’d make it to your apartment without any accidents. As you tried to power-walk your way back home, the alcohol hit you once again, making you stagger with each step. Blue and Pink stabilized you with a surprisingly firm grip (sometimes you forgot how strong they could be despite of their slender builds) while Yellow took the lead, arms crossed behind her back, throwing you a glance every couple of minutes.The silence was overbearing and your mind too focused on that dreadful feeling in your gut. You couldn't take it any longer.

"Please…", you huffed out. "Tell me something. Talk to me."

Next to you, Pink piped up, her voice excited. "Blue and I made a batch of your favorite cookies!"

An image of said cookies flashed through your head and your stomach turned at the thought. As much as you loved a homemade batch, food was the least appealing thing you could imagine right now.

You made the most disgraceful gurgling sound. "About anything else, please? No food, I beg of you…", you heaved out.

Pink let out a surprised noise, seemingly at loss for words. Even in your inebriated state you could feel the guilt creeping up, they had no clue what you were going through (not that you could explain it right now, anyway) and were just trying to help you. “Ugh”, you tried talking through a surge. “S-sorry, I can tell you why tomorrow, but I’m j-just not up to speed.” Blue clutched your left arm a little harder and Yellow looked at you a little longer than necessary. Yes, they were definitely worried for you. “B-but it’ll pass”, you took a deep breath. “Promise!” Pink gave you a small smile at that, but you could still see concern in her eyes. You owed them a detailed explanation tomorrow. The chatter picked back up, Yellow and Pink taking turns. One was more or less bickering, the other eagerly talking about the evening they had spent without you. Blue practically hang from your arm, slightly massaging your tense muscles when she felt another tremor working its way through you. You got accustomed to walking after a while, your overloaded brain phasing in and out of the situation. When you finally arrived at home, it felt like you had teleported to the location. Your aching feet told you otherwise. To your amazement, the nausea had died down a bit, probably due to time and fresh air. You’re were still hammered though.

As the Pearls ushered you as quietly as possible into your shared apartment, you could feel the exhaustion creeping up your eyes instead. Your walk became even more sluggish, you barely managed to kick off your shoes (much to the displeasure of Yellow, who gave you an indignant sigh) and you blindly wobbled to your bedroom, all three of them following you. As you simply face-planted into the incredibly soft bedding, Yellow was getting winded. “No, no, no!”, she picked you up by the back of your shirt, hauling you back into consciousness. “You’ll ruin the sheets.” Struggling to find your footing, she only released your top after you were out of the door, the soft giggling of Blue and worried gaze of Pink following you. After closing the bathroom door forcefully behind you, she left you alone. Now it was only you and your haggard reflection in the mirror. “Goodness”, you steadied yourself on the sink while you poked your eye bags. You looked very… unfavorable, to say the least. Nothing a full night of sleep couldn’t fix, though. Sighing, you sat down on the toilet lid to wrestle yourself out of your clothing - all those zippers and hooks had been easier to put on a couple of hours ago. Somewhere during the struggle - probably between wiggling out of your socks and fighting with some knots in your hair, your eyes simply clamped shut. You fell asleep then and there, outfit still on, slouched on the toilet seat. After ten minutes of no noise - especially not the tinkling of the shower head - Yellow decided to check up on you, the other two in tow. As the three of them peered into the bathroom, Yellow had to suppress a groan at your sight, while the Pink and Blue laughed silently. Rolling her eyes, she strode up to you, lightly touching your shoulder, trying to wake you up. Your head lolled back in response, eyes flickering open for a moment, promptly closing again. She tapped your chest with her index finger once, as if to chastise you. “You should feel honoured that you’re my human”, her voice was barely above a whisper as she lifted you up with a sour expression, the others quick to help her. Together, they carried you back into the bedroom, freeing you of your restrictive clothing. Pink and Blue quickly found their usual places right next to you, cuddling up to you with ease. Your subconscious made you curl into the both of them, Pink lovingly stroking your hair away from your face. Yellow sat on the edge of the mattress, frowning while she watched the three of you. “Why don’t you join us?”, Blue’s voice was hushed, trying not to wake you up. Yellow raiser her chin in response. “And dirty myse-” She didn’t get to finish that sentence as your hand shot up and pulled her towards the cuddle pile with an iron grip. “C’mere.” She squealed in surprise, face immediately on fire. After a minute of adjusting herself, she eventually settled into a comfortable position and reluctantly drifted off, as did the others. You woke up to the sound of soft breathing and an unfamiliar pressure on your stomach. Looking down, you first saw Blue resting on your chest and further down a lightly snoring Yellow. Pink’s face was nestled in the left side of your hair, her breath warming your scalp. Groaning as quietly as you could, you strained your neck to take a look at the time, only to be greeted by Blue’s head shooting up, a tired smile on her lips. “Morning”, you grinned at her, promptly pressing your hand against your mouth. You had the most terrible morning breath, even you could smell yourself. A wave of humiliation washed over you, along with an agonizing headache. She only giggled and pressed a kiss to your forehead instead, then quickly got up to wake the others. After Yellow basically propelled herself out of bed in shock and Pink finally (after many gentle words and loving touches) was ready to let go of you, you were forced to take a shower and brush your teeth, no matter how bad the headache was. To Yellow’s credit, you did feel better after getting clean. The sun was still painfully bright and your head wasn’t done with throbbing to the beat of some imaginary techno tune, but you felt like you could at least stomach some food now. The smell of your favorite breakfast hit you as soon as you left the bathroom, guiding you to the kitchen, where an excited Pink Pearl prepared a hefty plate for you and Yellow and Blue sat at the kitchen table, a hushed conversation going on between the two. As soon as Yellow caught your eye, she crossed her hands over her chest, her voice shrill in annoyance. “Well, why didn't you tell us you were drunk?”

"Uhm…", you blinked at her for a second, a bit lost. "I thought you weren't familiar with the concept and I swear I didn't plan to escalate like this yesterday. I'm so sorry."

You looked down to your hands, nervously fiddling around with the hem of your shirt. It wasn't like you were lying, in all your excitement you had forgotten to warn them - going out was such a normal thing in life and you weren't usually one to get that wasted. This didn't absolve you of your guilt at all, you had probably scared the ever-loving shit out of them still. They were a trusting bunch that believed you when you told them something - that was perhaps why they hadn't fussed over you yesterday. You had assured them that everything had been alright, after all. Pink sat the plate down at your usual place, a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"We know you didn't mean to hurt us. But we were worried!"

You said nothing, your face hot with shame, hands now tightly clutching your shirt. “Come, sit down”, Pink lightly pushed you towards the table and you reluctantly plopped down, your non-dominant hand immediately clasped by Blue. She gently stroked it with her thumb, a gesture of reassurance. It helped a bit. Yellow rolled her eyes at your sorry form. “Stars, you are so dramatic!” “It really isn’t much of a problem”, Blue piped up next to you. “Just tell us next time, okay?” One shy glance at each of them later, you reluctantly nodded. “I’m still sorry I fucked up.” “It’s okay”, Pink giggled a bit at your puppy eyes. “I think you’re paying enough already.” As if to illustrate her point, your head throbbed once again. “...Maybe.” As you finally dug in, one last thought got the better of you. Something didn’t really add up here."Wait - how did you know I was drunk?", you asked perplexed, the fork in your hand coming to a grinding halt. Yellow didn't say anything, she grabbed something from her lap instead: Pink's smartphone, cluttered with a million stickers. Holding it between her index finger and her thumb, she began to waggle it in a 'gotcha' motion, her face the ultimate deadpan. The google logo was displayed on screen."You know, your human communication devices aren't that bad after all."

#pink pearl x reader #yellow pearl x reader #blue pearl x reader #steven universe #the pearls x reader #polypearls x reader #My writing #human antics series

66 notes · View notes

retrorealeyes · 4 years

Text

Here’s why I want my parents dead /hj

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE like I know hating your parents if they aren’t overtly abusive (and even if they are it’s only mildly) like bruh, tempted to list out my parents “abuse” here. also like bruh, i’m fine rn, i’ve just been hating them for a while

This isn’t fully everything ever, it’s just an overview and I don’t think it touches the main problems enough (also I don’t give a lot of examples because there’s too many and I don’t have the will to write em all,and i’ve still overviewing everything)

-never respect my wishes if it goes against theirs (e.x. please leave me alone, can i go outside?, can I leave and go upstairs?)

this is a big one

-don’t respect my privacy (in weird ways too, like my dad opening the door to scare me when i’m changing) and making fun of it too

plus in normal ways like reading my journals or never knocking no matter how many times i tell them to

-making fun of me on purpose to get me upset, even when i ask them to stop

-getting suddenly and violently angry (dad):

often unreasonably and quickly

my dad curses people out under his breath, as a sign he’s going to get violent

has broken things, SUCH AS MY WHOLE ASS PHONE by throwing it on the ground does punch things, generally not people, e.x. walls, but not that hard. he has punched me

DOES to people- slap, push (this one especially, just last week he did), throw, scratch

is destructive to other’s property (e.x. ripping up THEIR papers)

refuses to listen to suggestions like, in the future, trying to calm down, or writing out his anger instead or seeking therapy

been like this towards me since i was 6-7 years old

it can escalate from anything

will degrade you and insult you, if you ever say anything back (even in a non-angry situation, will grow even angrier/get very angry)

makes you feel awful

can last for hours and never accomplishes anything apart from further degrading yourself

if you don’t give the exact answer he wants, will get even angrier

I’m obviously terrified of him

Swears at me, except they censor me so much they could probably kill me if I ever swore so that exacerbates the fear of it

after the fact continuosly denies it

-my dad also:

always demands respect

always plays the victim and complains about how we dislike him

never admits his mistakes

is awful to my little sister, randomly, even when she’s being perfectly fine

-my mother and father’s relationship

they openly and mean to each other. they never display affection and joke about divorcing

sometimes dad yells at mom for a while, it’s obvious he thinks he’s superior to her and belittles her intelligence

they are sometimes violent, but not often, and not overtly, more violent towards objects than each other when fighting with each other

they do get in fights often (see: my dad’s belief in his superiority)

-openess with them

there is none. they constantly criticize any self expression, make all subjects taboo, get angry over nothing and overall make me terrified of talking to them, then get all sad about “why don’t you tell us“ but if I try to express anything, even if they don’t get angry, they’ll store it in their heads and then later keep using it against me. “You said we were bad parents, do you not want to eat our food?“ “You said you were unmotivated, you don’t even have a reason to be sad.“ (said in an challenging, mean way)

-my self esteem

-my dad, physically (TO BE CLEAR I don’t think my dad in any way in trying to do anything sexual, i’m just saying he never respects my boundaries and here are some things he thinks are “perfectly fine” that he does, also this might be a bit disconnected sounding, i’m just so tired

commenting on my weight/appearance (mom too)

commenting on what i’m wearing, especially teasing me if it’s something out of the usual, as if i’m not insecure enough already

dictating what i wear if they don’t like what i’m wearing

commenting (negatively) on my mom’s weight a lot (to be fair, they both joke about being old and him balding and a little about him being fat so this one isn’t as bad apart form the fact that i’m skinnier so he “jokes” a lot about how i’m like a skinnier version of her)

fatso called the girl in the video

forces me to hug and kiss him, often only giving my phone back or treats luke donuts if I kiss him, even if I’ve expressed i’m uncomfortable (just does this a lot and i hate it)

-the past

have yelled for me for no reason since i was young

i don’t remember ever liking my dad (wait, before 6 years of age i remember liking him and before I was 9 i remember not hating him at all times)

i continously try to trust them again, then they break me

they were never open with me and taught me to be ashamed of myself which led to bad social relations later, which i’m only now breaking out of

-confiscation and lack of trust

always taking my stuff so i can’t rely on what they’ll black mail me with, no “excuse” is valid to keep it (ex. I want to communicate w/friends or I LITERALLY HAVE INSOMNIA AND CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT LISTENING TO MUSIC); during my worst days, when I was really suicidal i remember not having my phone for a long time which led to me being left behind and further isolating myself which, y’know spiralled

I can go on and on about how they never value my voice but i’m sort of running out of steam

they also never trust my statements, always cast me as the cause-r of something (luckily they’re fair and don’t punish me for it if I insist I didn’t do it, but the fact i have to really advocate for my innocence and am constantly suspected just is not great, and even jokingly, i hate attention, their attention)

There’s more but i think i’m done for now

-constantly bother me (i know this is nitpicking, i’m just trying to get everything out, and some of these have more layers than i’m willing to express)

intentionally sabotaging

even if i ask them to go away

try to annoy me when ever i see them, even if i’ve asked them not too, and really make me avoid everything even more (you have to go through where they usually are to get out and that means y’know what)

singing

yelling and stepping loudly (which makes me scared my dad is mad all the time)

always teasing and judging

-mother dearest

very aggressive

VERY controlling

generally boring

always invades privacy, more of a nosy person, but, in a way, better than dad

she can get violent too and screams but it’s less often but can get very intense sometimes, generally it’s more of taking away my stuff and telling me to give up (which, the telling me to give up, my dad does too)

-lack of independence

THIS ONE IS HUGE. my parents are very controlling and so even a little freedom excites me and they use my lack of experience as a sword against me, and that makes it eve harder for me to do anything when I’m constantly fighting restrictions and my brains can’t distinguish bad restrictions from schoolwork restrictions

-shitty world view

just a bad biased view of the world, i really don’t want to elaborate, beyond the general sense they deserve to be respected for being parents a conservative-type view, also don’t have basic sense of morality, as in sympathy, for everyone, and instead do the whole us|them thing with their politics, the only problem is that we’re immigrants which is why they vote democrat

-grandparents

are visiting, they are also unhygienic, to always be obeyed, generally judgemental, and intentionally old, and taking up both of my rooms, overall i don’t like any of them, my father’s mom is alright though

-generally shaming me

And otherwise everything is generally going to shit, my social life (though I saved it somewhat for ONE person), my mental/emotional health, my exercise, motivation for anything, just the way the house is set up, my grandparents are here, how i’m doing in school.

I should write the thesis and really flesh this out well but I’ll tell you what: ultimately my parents are selfish people who don’t consider me my own entity but more as themselves and my achievements combined. ANd even if you love me, which I don’t doubt, I don’t have to love you back, and that doesn’t excuse your shittiness, dad. I fucking hate you. (yes. i’m grateful for the money, house, generally not obviously abusive childhood, food, stuff, bed, phone, etc. you have provided, but that doesn’t cancel out your misdeeds, it just coexists next to it)

Like is it SO bad for me to blame SOME of my issues with them? BUT NO if I ever bring up how they did x so i did y. I did y ON PURPOSE to UPSET THEM and i can’t hold them accountable, i’m just blaming them, even if I’m genuinely trying to explain my issues the way I understand them.

idr if you can edit tumblr documents, and even if you can, i’m not going to, i’ll just add to this with comments, to preserve the integrity, not that anyone will or should read this, but i’ll probably come back to it

5 notes · View notes

spacegaywritings · 4 years

Text

Warming Paws and melting Walls (5/8) “Territorial Revenge”

Summary: Nobody responded within a week and so Remy made sure to inform Emile so they could repaint the office. Virgil does not like being alone for long, especially when it is unexpected.

Luckily, the two are quick to make up.

Tags: animal waster, cat litter box, urine, descriptions of urine smell, cleaning, a bit of fighting bc this is an upset kitty, food and eating mention, feeding, late nights, metal clanking sound, vaccine mention, vet mention, slight restrictions of breathing? Pining mention, auditory triggers, migraine mention, somft feelings, more snuggles and cuddles, kitty gone bad boi,

i do not think there is any more to be applied. If you need me to add anything, please contact me here or on my tumblr (spacegayparty, spacegaywritings)

My KoFi - Support me ♥ or Commission me

ao3: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 // all.

tumblr: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 (you are here!) / 6 / 7 / 8.

Story under the cut: (Wordcount ~3,1k)

Metal clattered together as the key within the lock pressed deeper into it and started turning in order to open the door at last. The light sound filled the cool air. Eventually, the metal keys fell against the dark colour, wooden door and with a particularly loud ‘knack’ of the door, the lock gave way and the way was free.

Remy finally stepped into his home.

It was dark already but that did not stop him from wanting to go home, it encouraged him even further. He was the kind of person to change the night but with Virgil waiting for him, there was an intense urge to just be with the little pet. The darkness outside his apartment was driving him to be faster when the hours passed and passed.

He had cleaned everything with Emile, right after fucking painting it all and reorganising two fucking offices. It was work. It was a lot of work but it was paid extra work on top of that, yet Remy was not exactly a fan of it. The man liked doing his thing, being left alone a bit but also having some non-annoying or intrusive/persistent social interaction. But.. working with Emile all day was as lovely as it could be exhaustive.

That pal did not gossip enough! Remy wanted to talk about chill things, not how he hated or did not hate his parents and whatnot.

Sometimes he wondered whether people moved away and went to other therapists so they would be safe from all their dreadful puns. Maybe it helped in therapy? He did not know but it made him feel fluttered and warm all the same. Still, it would get him to feel nauseous after some time. Maybe Emile played into his auditory triggers - too many words in too little time.

Remy stepped into his home and closed the door.

The sound of shutting it echoed through the vast emptiness in his apartment. Actually, there was so much nothing, it really filled the complete living space.

Strange..

All he could notice was a certain smell.. a pungent, intense smell. It was odd and he could not quite place it.

It sort of reminded him of...

Oh no.

He carefully switched on the light.

Whenever he used his lights, he could not help but be glad about having found proper lamps that did not cause too much eye strain at once. People who developed and invented ideas for dim light bulbs and lamps that were made to be comfortable rather than stinging in illumination were simply saints and he would never back away from this opinion. Those were fucking heroes because they helped the dumb minorities like him that was too Extra (tm) to live with regular things.

When the dim lights, he loved so much, showered the hallway in golden warmth, he noticed.. a weird bit of something on the floor.

Please please no.

“Virgil?”

He called into the void, for the void.

Nothing came back.

Was the cat okay?

Remy carefully made his way over to the weird something on the floor. It looked like spilled liquid, somewhat translucent and odd.

Did... Did Virgil vomit or pee onto the floor? Holy fuck, it smelled awful in the most indescribable ways. He did not want to describe it anyway, let alone sniff it enough to figure out certain components of the smell or any similarities to other scents.

...Oh dear fuck.

The smell - It was cat pee. Virgil had decided to fucking ruin his floor right in front of the little cat toilet he had put up.

Well... that was it, he supposed. It had been a dream that Remy did not really have to “potty train” the kitten since it came with a lot of good manners already. That was so much of an indicator that the cat was from somewhere, that they were civilised and socialised.

Still, after weeks of no answers, Remy had cut the search and was happy to call the cat his own (albeit he never said so but the smiles on his face were more frequent than before and even his migraines seemed more at ease - not to mention how rare they had become).

But it was too nice to have a cat - a first pet - that just was clean and trained and would use the litter box accordingly.

“I swear, you are going to kill me, Queen. I just cleaned it in the morning. It cannot be that bad, can it?”

He already moved to open a few windows and make sure the horrible smell would yield to the fresh air of the evening.

Maybe he should not have been outside for so long without sending anyone over to check on Virgil and catsit after all. Remy admitted he should look into some silly students who needed the money and would be happy about just cuddling a cat and being able to have some WIFI and such.

But really, he had not planned to stay outside for that long. He had wanted to run over and check in on the dust ghost during his lunch break. Sadly, Emile did have that sort of amnesia effect on him. His horny brain went dumb and forgot all the important logic and memory. Therefore, he had been too stupid from love to really think about Virgil needing him at that moment.

Next time, he would discuss this with Emile beforehand. One mistake was alright as long as nobody was hurt and he learned from it.

With black bags under his eyes and shades perched up on the top of his head, he grabbed a few tissues, gloves and a mop and got ready to clean up. Excitement as great as it could have been in such a situation, he got down to clean up and once done, he finished up over there and tended to the litter box.

Nearly empty. There was like, the usual stuff but it was not much because he had cleaned it in the morning - on purpose!

“Are you fucking kidding me? Virgil, why would you do this?”

A deep groan of annoyance split his lips. He got up to remove the bit of waste that was still residing inside. It just took a few moment and it was already done. He disposed of the dirt properly and put his cleaning utensils into the dedicated space.

A tinge of worry hit him as he did so. The cleanness was achieved at last but what about Vi- Just then, a streak of black crossed his view.

“Virgil!”

His tone was low, touching a bit into the territory of a parent. Specifically, when a goody two shoes did something wrong and the parents got all “I am not mad, just disappointed”.

The kitten ducked away and whipped its tail down before slowly swishing it from side to side.

They almost looked ready to fight and as if Remy had provoked it, the void suddenly jumped at his black boot - yes, just one. This was one smol individual and they had yet to be tol enough to attack two Remy feet at once. Soft paws drummed onto the shoe and the ball of charcoal furry was hissing and scratching.

“Hey! Ow-”, Remy hissed back in surprise and slight aggravation, “Virgil, what the fuck!”

The cat jumped back and Remy quickly dropped his jacket, revealing a black sweat shirt he was wearing underneath.

The angry cat hissed at the man and ducked and arched their back. Then, they went in for the fight, now aiming at his knees. A pair of claws jumped at him, so Remy committed himself to the idiocy of catching the cat and picking them up.

Virgil did not get his knees but they did catch some skin of his arms.

“What is wrong with you, gurl? Do you want to play? This is some shit way to tell me about it, queen. You pissed on my floor.”

Virgil hissed again and Remy blinked in incomprehension. He should learn more about cats or something. Like, take a course in cat training because this whole behaviour was too sudden and confusing for him to make sense of it. These acts were so contrary to what they had done before to him. Even at the start of their relationship they had been somewhat loving towards once another.

He did not want to admit it but.. the cat rejecting him kind of stung. Yeah, his attacked shoes were also a point of inconvenience he did not really approve of but they were manageable.

The cat was down on the ground again but definitely not down-to-earth. They were already spitting fireballs at the belated arrival and Remy was cursed with being puzzled forever since they could not communicate and explain what happened.

Remy was unfortunate to think of Virgil as playfully fighting him. By instinct or whatever.

“Hey Queen, if you wanna play, can you just give me a minute or two, so I can eat? I want to exist, too, and you need to eat as well.”

He collected the food and water bowl and made sure to fill everything properly. Virgil had abandoned him again in favour of creepily staring at him from afar. The tail was swishing like a clock’s ticking arms. And they were counting his time until being brought to justice by Black Cat Law, aka The Void Law.

The cat owner emerged from the kitchen, filled bowls filling his hands.

Dry food, just a bit - minimal amounts. Wet food - the main source of sustenance for the kitty cat. Water - because kitty cat got free bowls of water twice a day, thrice when at work with him.

Remy put it back into place and the kitten quickly returned to retrieve the food.

“Yeah, now you are happy, are you not?”

The cat very much ignored him so they could feast upon the bouts of food brought to them. Finally their slave human was working again and feeding them as he was supposed to.

Rude to just take an unannounced break.

“Yeah, I should have expected you to be bitchy without food. You are just like me, are you not, little honey?”

A chuckle could be heard as he took a little moment to relish in the sounds coming from the Void of Darkness and Fire (tm) purring and chewing. The noises were barely audible but Remy has started picking up the most silent ones. It helped him detect the kitten’s feelings or locations when he needed to tend to the cat. Also, it made finding the cat easier for when he wanted to give them a little goodbye-snuggle before going to work.

The urge to cuddle the cat right now was strong but he made sure to not do it.

Cats hated that, as much as sources told him. Sources were the internet and people and also a book he had gotten by now. And the vet he had visited once more after he decided to keep the cat since nobody seemed to care enough. Also, vaccines.

Other than that, Virgil also scratched him once he tried to snuggle them while eating. This was only legal when Virgil was already snuggled up to him due to pure pity they felt for him. Such a Queen.

“You are too good for anyone, kitty. I am sorry for leaving you alone for so long.”

No answer - but the black blob of fur seemed to be at ease with the food and water. This was a start, he thought to himself. Remy still felt guilty for leaving them alone for so long. Then again, he had expected to have the time and get home for a little bit during his lunch break but that did not work out, somehow. And going after his official working hours was not okay.

He should give someone his keys so they could look after the little Queen of Salt for a bit when he had to stay away longer.

What if an emergency ever came up?

His head shook the thoughts of darkness and anxiety away. Instead, he busied his empty hands with the simple task of reheating some food he had made before. Tomorrow he would get some chicken for his kitten to make up for being so neglectful and thoughtless. He needed to be more considerate and accept his responsibilities. After all, he was some kind of caretaker right now - a cat parent, if you will.

Remy leaned back and took a deep breath.

“Virgiiiiil ~”, he cooed softly and took out a little kitty treat.

Just one.

It was not just for his guilty conscience but also for the cat to know he did not mean to. Virgil needed assurance and the stability of life. Giving him some sort of praise for being alone all day - for literally at least 10 hours - was appropriate, he supposed.

The kitten was already done with their bowl of food and was currently drinking when the smell of more food and the sound of Remy’s - their owner’s voice - reached them. They sensed being called over and looked up from their bowl, licking their muzzle and nose with a satisfied look on their face.

“Kitty cat”, he purred again and the void gently let their tail swish just a bit above the floor for a few single strands of their fur to trace over the dark ground.

They purred back in solidarity. Soft paws sunk into the similarly dark floor. The kitty took one step after the other and slowly progressed, body slightly lethargic from the recent intake of food. The ball of fur and mischief made their way over to Remy and sniffed the air.

A determination ruled their fine movements.

Ah, yes. More food.

Good human.

Their eyes sparked at the man, radiating praise and appreciation.

Remy smiled in return and carefully nudged his hand close enough for Virgil to nibble at the treat. Immediately, they welcome it into their mouth. Without realising it, the owner visibly relaxed, the air standing in his lungs was flowing out of his nostrils and allowed him to inhale deeply. His posture eased up and his shoulders were now more straightened and calm compared to before. St a few moments ago, the weight of guilt tore down his body and forced his back to be crooked along with pushing his shoulders into a hunching position.

No more guilt was crushing him anymore, though. The cat had accepted his apology and was carefully pushing their head into Remy’s idle palm. The feeling of warmth, a bit of dampness and furry delight was tickling the receptors in his hand. The warmth travelled up to his chest, spreading throughout all of his body in the process.

“You are too good for me. Aw, Virgil. Little Queen of Salt”, he purred and gently shifted to lean over and started brushing over the smooth and slightly shining fur of his little companion.

His left was holding the curious head of a peculiar kitty cat and he gently started scritching their chin - well, the underside of their chin. It was a bit lighter than the rest of their body. At least, this is what it seemed like to him. It felt warmer and more brownish, yet just as lovely as the rest of them.

Peaceful purring filled the room with soft sounds and calming noise instead of haunting silence

“I love you too”, he chuckled.

Maybe he did not know everything about cats, nor did he understand all his little sass-bean was trying to express with their general body posture, the position of their torso or their tail either - really, he did not know much at all - but he was still trying his best. He certainly was getting better at it and this counted, did it not? Also, it was not like he did not try to educate himself. His workplace naps were replaced by reading in his “cat bible” and literally taking notes.

Hands gently curled around the food-filled body of a satisfied little void. Cradling the coal cat in his arms, he held them close to his heart and walked over to their couch.

“Does my little storm cloud want to cuddle?”

His voice was a low coo and the kitten responded with audible purrs and an enthusiastic bonk when their heads crushed together again.

Ow.

... He would totally never get used to cats showing affection like that.

Well, still worth it.

Apparently, cats did that to show love or some trash. Whatever, Virgil barely ever did it but it got more and more frequent after their first days together. Now it was more often instead of rarely but it certainly was not the most usual and common thing between them.

Still, it could change. At the moment he just wanted to relish in the warmth of their cuddles and the comfort of their intimacy.

Remy flopped onto the couch and left the cat on his chest while he simply laid down flat onto his back like a lazy plank swimming in the water. Just floatin’... simply going with the flow, adapting to any wave.

The cat returned the action by softly pushing their paws into his ribs. Lungs complained due to the compromised volume for more precious and essential oxygen. Not that Remy cared.. nor did Virgil have the cognitive ability to care.

“You having fun there, kitty?”

This cat was royalty and Remy would continue to lay around and simply have them run up and down his body. All he wanted to do was.... just take off his pants and such and put on a more comfortable and flexible pyjama. Falling asleep in tight jeans was not as great (they were great for getting some looks from his boss, though). The idea of moving around right now was just as unpleasant as the idea of falling asleep and waking up in the pants he had worked and sweated in all day.

Unfazed by anything, the void was simply preparing their human bed for a little longer before settling down onto his ribcage...warm and pressing. Just a tad uncomfortable.

“Okay, there you go-”

Yes, this was love.

Remy was too exhausted and comfortable to feel too bothered by his air flow being obstructed. Slowly, he felt himself drift off. The man was soon in a light version of a slumber and gradually become a victim to the sweet relief of a little nap. The discomfort of sweaty and smelly clothes was forgotten when exhaustion took over. The overwhelming state of being physically drained got the best of him.

All good sentiment was forgotten when the comfort of a good cat and a warm home hugged him.

Bye bye meal he had wanted to have. He was already satisfied in other way.

He was home.

This was heaven.

2 notes · View notes

teacupballerina · 5 years

Note

After hearing about the asks on Akubloss and Paladin Aku, I wonder: What would a Paladin Akubloss be like?

HMMMM I’ve tried not to think on this too hard since I didn’t want to disrespect my friend’s AU with my bullshit lol. So everything I write from this point forward is literally something I’m coming up with right now.

The nature of Aku is that the Powerpuff Girls as we know them can’t exist unless he’s dead, but the Paladin Aku storyline is a bit different from my own roleswap AU (with Akio and Jaaku).

Zintaris (Paladin Aku verse Jack) becomes immortal via magic and tries to maintain his purity, so in that world Professor Utonium isn’t born and therefore never creates the girls. Because Paladin’s powers are restricted, there are heavy limitations on his quantum jumping abilities that allow him to access alternate timelines and dimensions, so it’s unlikely that he could ever look into another timeline for a friend/help.

Therefore it stands to reason that Blossom would have to be the one looking for help in another world, possibly (and most likely) in order to combat another Aku. So either Professor or Adult Scientist Blossom go looking for a Good variant of Aku who could help them fight this Absolute Monster Aku that’s coming after their world. Instead of Akio they find Paladin Aku and try to convince him to help them kill another world version of himself.

Paladin is eager to prove his worth to the Gods so they will end this bullshit nightmare existence they’ve cursed him with, so he jumps on the chance. The Utoniums think he’s weird and he’s arguably not even as strong as any of the girls, but he understands how Aku thinks and that’s what’s important. He somehow manages to come up with a way to help the girls get rid of/dissuade/cast out the Aku that’s bothering them.

Paladin’s story is pretty tightly wound so it would be difficult to work any kind of event like this in there. “Pre-Kuni” would probably work best, and it makes Paladin more apt to defend a little girl like Kuni if she reminds him of an old friend. “With-Kuni”, the girls bond with her more than Aku but admire him for protecting her. “Post-Kuni”, Aku is looking for something to fill the hole in his heart and he would have a lot of apprehension about helping girls fight a monster (especially if that monster was himself) because he wouldn’t want to relive losing Kuni, but that fear motivates him to work even harder to help them.

I can’t see Paladin becoming genuinely and deeply romantically involved with anyone because that’s not what his story was about, but it would make for a great friendship or platonic Akubloss that happens briefly. Blossom would definitely admire Paladin as a hero in his own right and lament the waste of potential that is Evil Aku after seeing what Paladin is like. Maybe she gets a small crush on him, or maybe she already had a crush on an Aku she wasn’t supposed to and sees Paladin as a healthy alternative that doesn’t return her feelings.

Also dunno if I should post this but someone did this for my bday back in the day, but neither of us wanted to post it then because tumblr gonna tumblr... i hope they dont mind that i posted it

It depicts a Blossom who has mistaken Paladin for An Aku That She Already Bonded With Over The Course Of A Completely Different Story, which is also perfectly reasonable and essentially what I just described above

#ask teacup #paladin aku #aku #akubloss #Anonymous

29 notes · View notes

i-is-tired09-blog · 5 years

Text

A random user’s thoughts on COTBM

Hello Star Fandom! My name is I-am-tired, and I wanted to voice my opinions on Sunday’s newest episodes, especially Curse of the Blood Moon.

I wanted to start off by saying that I am an avid Starco shipper and have been into the show from season 3 on. I binged seasons one and 2 before I started watching and fell in love with the show’s characters, especially Marco, and plot. While plot is kinda weak at some points and really good at other times, I do think that the show’s characters are what make the show special to me. To add to my love of the show, I have been browsing the SVTFOE tumblr users/fandom, and have been inspired by users like Ngame and Seddm. Their commitment to the show should definitely be commended. Like them, I have also been disappointed with the way the show, more specifically Star and Marco’s romance, was handled. I agree with many, if not all of Seddm’s points and am no way trying to copy him or any other users, just trying to add to the discussion.

With that being said let’s get into Curse.

I’m guessing that most who will read this will have probably seen COTBM, but anyway here is a spoiler warning. (this is a very basic analysis, mostly focusing on Starco, not on the episodes whole story)

I’m just going to start with the beginning of curse, which was pretty cute. The whole “ Star is so adorable” and “I have all these weird and painful feelings” made my Starco Heart nearly explode. I was surely ready that things were taking the stage for the ultimate starco moment. As many predicted, Star and Marco sorta talk about their feelings (with Tom and Janna in attendance) and the whole plot of the Blood Moon is established as a curse. Star, Marco, my boi Tom, and Janna head off to find the Stone that can break any bond.

It is at this point where shit goes down.

After the comedic bridge scene and more of Tom’s screaming Grandfather, our two favorite characters are sent back to the memory of the original Ball. I thought this was for sure the moment we have all have been waiting for and dreaming about. But as we all know, it seems that nothing really happens. The Curse is broken, Marco and Star seem Normal (unfortunately) and everyone thinks that this weird chapter is over.

But I’m here to tell you, we have seen nothing yet. I was thinking about Star’s lines “ What if it wasn’t the Blood Moon?”

And was considering the following theory, which I have called the Two Steps Forward, One Step Back Theory(I’m sure I’m not the only one to think this):

I know that many are disappointed in the Episode (I don’t even know what to think about Kelly’s world), but hear me out. I think that establishing Star and Marco’s acknowledgment of their feelings (however brief) was the First Step Forward. They both needed to be on the same plane of mind. The second step forward is the aforementioned line that Star says “What if it wasn't the Blood Moon?” and the overall Starco moments in the dance(the “I really like this” line and the hand squeezing are just some). That to me says that Star and Marco both are at one with their feelings. I actually thought they were going to step out and keep the Curse.

However, the One Step Back came just seconds after. I’ll admit, I was a tiny bit (extremely) disappointed. The One Step back, in this case, was the whole “No mOre fEeLiNgs HAh HaH”. But as I’m reflecting after a few hours of gaming, I think that breaking the curse was the only way to get “unforced” Starco and achieve the inevitable relationship we all so crave.

**Note: “unforced” Starco is within the confines of the lore of the Blood Moon Curse.**

Without this “restriction”, I personally feel that they will end up falling for each other again, but without any curse. I pray that is what Nefcy has planned, and not more Romance Drama Shit™.

Moving forward, I believe that “Unforced” Starco will happen around Beach Day, with plenty of subtle build up between now and then.

Unpopular opinion

Once again, I realize that others may have thought this exact thing or something similar, I’m just attempting to contribute.

#svtfoe #starco

5 notes · View notes

steve0discusses · 6 years

Text

Yugioh S2 Ep 36 Part 2: Pegasus Lives Every Artist’s Worst Reocurring Nightmare

Normally I don’t do more than two posts on a weekend but considering the last post was just overflow on color theory and sort of a mini post (which I was pleasantly surprised so many people liked, thanks for the kind comments on that random color theory aside), and also considering that I try not to do work on the weekend and I’m just kinda bored, here’s the second part of Ep 36.

Lets do a series recap shall we?

-Yugi Muto is three people (this is including a chunk of Bakura which just...lives there but doesn’t do anything)

-Odion is pretending to be Marik

-Marik is pretending to be Namu

-Tea is possessed by Bakura’s ghost

-Ryou Bakura is no longer possessed, but got hella shanked and passed out on Kaiba’s blimp, so we don’t know yet if he was actually British or if that was just a ghost thing.

-Serenity is Joey’s Sister and she Actually Truly Exists although I have kept close track and no one has yet to tell Kaiba who’s sister she is.

-Duke Devlin is just permanently here now, taking the place of Tea Gardner for “Character the writers have no freakin idea what to do with”

-Grandpa passed out a few episodes ago but I think the show forgot.

-Ishizu is here and is hiding from Marik for her dear life despite the fact she still thinks he’s a good boy.

-Shadi showed up to save Tristan and Duke although Shadi has never spoken a word to either of them and has no idea who they are at all.

There we go. A cliff notes-version all in one place. It’s a lot to remember.

Now we’re ready for another round of exciting duel prep.

That’s right, Shadi’s here, and he’s ready to dump a lot of plot on us. Which is why I felt like it would be nice to get a summary up to now because now we’re going to get even more nonsense we have to remember in this kid’s show that I had no idea would be this complicated when I started capping it.

(read more under the cut)

Can we talk about the knot Shadi is using here on that Ankh?

What is that?

OK, I just wanted everyone to look at that and then just...wonder with me,

Anyway, if you were looking for some explanation this episode, this is not that episode, because Shadi is here, and he just...never feels like fully explaining anything. He only ever feels like adding more and more to our bucket of Lore like it’s the 5th book of Harry Potter.

That’s right, this episode is a return to Pegasus, who I do miss. I mean Marik is fine, all in all, but I do miss how Pegasus knew what he was actually doing. I kinda miss my villain who was also a functioning adult.

Anyway, while Pegasus was searching the dunes of Egypt for Egyptian art to make OC’s of and add to his collection, Shadi and he had a very awkward reunion. Bear in mind these two haven’t spoken since Shadi fused Pegasus’ face with a haunted table weight.

And like, here’s the thing about Pegasus--he has the most reason of anyone on this show to not trust Shadi. Yet, now he’s going to follow Shadi into a hole. Literally follow Shadi into a dark and scary hole where no one would find his body.

Thing I wasn’t expecting from this show: Marik’s family is mole people????

OK…

I mean...I guess we’ll just gloss over that.

I mean...I guess I’ve never really thought about it but like...yeah they have to take care of a tomb and the tomb is underground so they just...hang out down here most of the time. Guess that explains how Marik ended up kind of albino-blonde.

Anyway, it’s here that we see a familiar relief sculpture—Apparently Ishizu just excavated her own sacred tomb and was like “lets ship this to Japan to screw with Seto Kaiba.” Not like I blame her, Seto is very easy to screw with.

But here she is being like “I’m this incredible Egyptologist give me your money!” when all she did was loot herself. Well...loot the Pharaoh, I guess, but he’s dead so wtv.

And so, after running around an ancient tomb collecting curses like fleas, he boards a business class, awkwardly shares an armrest with his photographer who equally refuses to give up the armrest (like what the hell is this armrest situation?) and has to endure our colorist’s favorite shade of chartreuse.

Purple/chartreuse is a pretty solid color combo, not gonna lie, but it is the last thing I ever want to see in a plane.

Also, Croquet is back. I guess this was before Pegasus bought an island, and it’s this episode we start to see why he might have wanted to flee the States.

Sometimes I forget this show is based on a horror anime, and this was an episode that brought us back to basics. Like, this is something I would absolutely expect to happen in Season Zero.

I cannot believe that this children’s show had a darkroom murder scene. The audacity. And not just a darkroom murder we also get this type of murder shortly after,

How do you go from the darkroom to this!?

The older I get, the more I would gladly welcome a Huge Sky Dragon over the actual drama I have to deal with on the reg. Please, please let me put Huge Sky Dragon on the ballot. We will let him have Salesforce Tower, he clearly comes with electricity and rain clouds and California desperately needs both those things.

Downside to Huge Sky Dragon unfortunately, is that he kills you.

So, in the classic horror protagonist archetype, Pegasus puts on his favorite shades of beige, he goes into an isolated room where no one can save him, and he reaches for that good ol hubris. Since, in his mind, he has a millennium eye, he’s the all powerful Pegasus, what could hurt him?

You gotta love that he’s such a purist that he paints an itty bitty card on a 6000% bigger canvas. Love that classic illustration nod right there. (and not gonna lie, I would kill for Pegasus’ studio. Damn. Look at it.)

Also look at this in the next cap! He can paint something that’s not a monster or his dead wife--is that a completely normal still life of some random purple flowers back there behind him? What’s he doing painting those??? He’s off killing 1 or 2 people a day in his human sacrifice chamber why’s he painting lilies in pots like everyone’s Mom during Wine ‘n Paint night?

Dude, does Pegasus go to Wine ‘n Paint night? I mean he would, right? Like he would be the first there with a huge ass bottle of wine/juice and be like “I am ready to sip, paint, and gossip about everybody’s husband.” Yo, he’d be killer at Wine ‘n Paint night. Like, I would never be Pegasus’ friend but I would absolutely paint some dumbass flowers in the same room as him as he gets tipsy on margaritas and starts going off about the Great British Bake Off.

And, much like I do when I finish most of my art at 2 AM, he passes out directly after and has anxiety laden dreams about what he just painted for the rest of the evening.

So lets get this straight, if you reproduce this image in any way, let it be traditional, digital, camera, or whatever—you will arouse the God Card ghosts and be straight up The Ring murdered. Unless, you tattoo it to a person’s back, then apparently you’re cool. Also, what the hell was Ishizu doing bringing this thing to a museum? Like yeah it’s in a restricted section but they had like no security on those doors so it’s like, girl—anyone who takes a selfie here will be dead. What else are museums for except avenues for selfies? Way to curate a museum, Ishizu. You had one job.

Also does that mean that if Marik photobombs people without his shirt on that they super die? That kinda sucks a lot, no wonder he wants to get rid of Pharaoh. Marik just wants to go to the beach without having to wear a hoodie and getting a weird tan.

Oi, hashtag relatable, amiright?

Anyway, Pegasus realizes he can’t post this art on main, so he decides to give it to Ishizu to bury it for him. Essentially, he put on his brother’s tumblr because he’s trying to be a professional here but like, who are we joking, the guy draws kids art for dollars. His friends, much like my friends, are full aware of what our sketchbook looks like.

After hearing this weird story, Pharaoh decides to take over and give some closing remarks.

Yugi got TWO huge bottles of mystery purple moisturizer??? Maybe one is just full of hair gel.

Man, Seto had him double covered, he knew--he knew Yugi was nuts for products.

I wonder if it’s full of LA Looks.

I appreciated that Pharaoh might have a physical body but he still enjoys spooking people like a ghost should.

Well, I mean.

So many questions here, but I assume we’re going to learn more about it later? Like why the hell Marik is...in a tomb? As a baby? With a...flower wreath?

What even is this show. Don’t put babies in tombs!

I don’t even know why Shadi even bothered showing up here. Like Ishizu already knows “it’s happening,” she has a future necklace.

Did Shadi show up to every single person on in this ship, Roland and Kaiba included, before actually going to the one place he needed to go?

Man. Phallic necklace. Did they not know about goatse in the early 00’s? Please don’t look that up if you don’t know what it is. I just.

Phallic necklace, please. You’re killing me.

Anyway, Shadi sees a chance to make a change and fix some things with the one person on this ship who desperately needs fixing, and while he’ll save Tristan and Duke and tell Yugi all about his history and etc—actually confronting Bakura? No thanks. Shadi will stay in his safe keyblade power place where no one can see or hear him, not even Bakura.

Not sure why any of the doctors haven’t picked up on Tea being weird as hell yet, but like...compared to the Kaibas and everyone else, I guess possessed Tea is the most normal person on this flying boat.

But that’s all for now, next week we see if they actually start dueling or if instead, even more people from S1 show up on this boat.

If you just got here, we’re like over halfway through S2, so here’s a link to read everything in chrono order from S1 Ep1, have fun.

#Yugioh #Yugioh recap #photo recap #S2 Ep36 #yugi muto #joey wheeler #Maxamillion Pegasus #Shadi #Croquet #Bakura #Tea Gardner #Ishizu #Pegasus really effed everything up when he majored in art huh

34 notes · View notes